In being Matt Fayoyin, I sometimes grant events, people, or things more depth than need be. And in being Matt Fayoyin, I may be doing it again. But what if I was to say I am the embodiment of reconciliation … I know, I know. Don’t laugh. As the son of a Yoruba man from Nigeria and an African American woman from West Virginia, I think I am. At year 16-hundred-and-something or year 17-hundred-and-something or sometime in the 1800s before March 1, 1808, my maternal ancestors were ripped from their homeland, family, and culture and brought to the New World. For the next 200-plus years my maternal ancestors developed their own cultures and lived through their own experiences within the African diaspora of North America. When my parents met in the 1970s the vastly different cultures of Africa and it’s North American diaspora met. Neither was branded superior. Neither dominated. Both were expressed. Both were taken in by each other.